A Slimy Friend

Author's Note: Comments and suggestions appreciated. Still not sure where this is headed.

Thank you Zodia for reviewing and thanks to whoever rated.

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"The Alpha Male is not responding to the females we have provided him," Natalie reported, dark eyes carefully trained on the floor. She gave her superiors a moment to record the disappointing information on their clipboards. "M-Pet has refused to associate with F-Omega, which was against our expectations. Being the weakest female, we expected F-Omega to serve as M-Pet's…"

"Bitch," Hadden muttered under his breath. Luke glared at him.

"Toy," Natalie finally said. "We tried F-Epsilon as well, but M-Pet forcibly pushed her away when she tried to stroke his sex organs with her tentacles," she went on, blushing. She was just glad her skin was dark enough to hide her embarrassment; it was ridiculous to be uncomfortable. The Pets were just animals. She wasn't talking about sex with humans, here.

The leader of the Pet Project, a tall brunette named Vanessa Eller, cleared her throat. "Are you going to continue to try and breed M-Alpha… I mean M-Pet?" she asked. The Alphas weren't referred to by their status in the pod of creatures.

Natalie bristled. "Of course. M-Beta has already created an intense bond with F-Delta. He has dominated her on several occasions and she has begun to produce what we suspect are prenatal hormones. We hope to recreate the same situation between M-Pet and F-Pet."

"I think M-Pet's tastes run a little… hotter," Hadden murmured, grinning.

"I will kill you, Hadden," Luke whispered softly. "It will be slow and painful and I will remove your shortest limb first, do you understand me?" he asked. Hadden glared at him and moved his eyes over to Natalie, brooding.

Natalie went on with the report. She gave the details of each of the pets' sexual escapades. They seemed to have entered prime mating time, or perhaps they were just frisky; F-Delta was the only one producing the new suspected prenatal hormone. The NASA lab had certainly never been so active.

In the background, there came muffled thumping. The group of scientists could not help themselves from turning around. M-Beta was yet again 'dominating' F-Delta, in Natalie's words. In the glass mating tank set up for the second-rank male, F-Delta was being banged against the sides. M-Beta had stuffed four of his six tentacles inside the orifice on the underside of her head.

A drop of sweat broke out on the back of Luke's neck. His eyes were locked on the image of those four tentacles jammed into the helpless female. Watching Kandace being fucked had been one of the most exciting experiences of his life.

He would have to go get coffee at lunch and check on her. The drugs Hadden had pumped into her veins should have made her forget everything that happened, though she may have noticed her cunt was sore.

Perhaps he would ask her out on a date.

"I cannot imagine that," Vanessa suddenly murmured. Luke's eyes immediately darted over to her. She was watching the tank in a daze, like everyone else, her blue eyes slightly unfocused. "Being stretched like that," she clarified.

Luke's eyes slowly wandered down to the apex of Vanessa's legs. Her lab coat hid it, but Luke knew she was naturally a blond, and dyed her hair a dark mahogany to create a more intellectual impression around the office.

Natalie cleared her throat. Everyone reluctantly turned back to her as she concluded her presentation. Luke rolled his eyes and leaned back on his heels. He didn't want to listen to this; it was useless, he knew it all already. He was too important to be here, he told himself. He shouldn't have to come to these briefings, just because some of the other scientists weren't involved in this aspect of the studies. When Natalie finally finished there was a small amount of murmuring and applause before the group dispersed. Luke followed Vanessa back to her office.

He slid inside before she could shut him out and grabbed her arms. Glaring at him, she struggled as he pushed her up against the door; the lock clicked into place a second after. Luke smiled and wrapped his hand around her wrists, only needing five fingers to hold her hands above her head.

"What do you want?" she asked, not able to keep the fear out of her voice. It sent a ripple of pleasure through him, one that he couldn't fully explain. Vanessa couldn't explain it either… she tried not to think about the pleasure her pain and fear gave him.

Slowly, Luke bent over. He smelled her hair, shutting his eyes as he inhaled the tropical scent. "You changed your shampoo," he murmured softly, kissing her throat. When she didn't respond he parted his lips against her skin and pressed her teeth against the muscle. She gasped and he leaned harder against her, swirling his tongue over her neck. He could feel her pulse speeding up under his tongue.

"S-stop," Vanessa stammered. "I'll d-do what you w-want. Just p-please don't bite, please," she begged, squeezing her blue eyes shut.

"You learned from last time," he teased her. He let go of her hands and her arms immediately dropped to her sides. She slid her arms over her chest and looked down at her feet, blushing. Luke kissed her forehead. "You really do need to learn to relax, Vanessa. Do you want me to rape you again?"

"N-no," she mumbled.

Her addition to the project had infuriated Luke. He'd expected to be the one in charge, had verbally been promised the position a year and a half ago. But his bosses had brought Vanessa in instead. If he hadn't been so attracted to her, Luke would have fought the appointment. Instead, he just raped her. Let her know that she wasn't in control of him.

They kissed, Luke's tongue forcing its way inside Vanessa's mouth. She tried to wiggle away from him, which only moved her breasts over his muscles. He ran his tongue along her teeth and pulled back to breathe, moving his hips to connect with hers. She cried out softly, feeling how that kiss had affected him.

"Tell me to kiss you," he said breathlessly.

She faltered and he growled, grinding his hips into hers. Her face flushed and he knew her body was responding to him; either some part of her enjoyed this or her body was starting its self-defense early. Luke was only sorry that he didn't have time to fuck her just then, he only had a few minutes before his next meeting.

"Tell me to kiss you," he said again, firmer this time.

Biting down on her lip, she tilted her head back.

"Do it," Luke hissed.

"Please kiss me," she said.

He kissed her chin, dragging his tongue along the start of her throat. "You can do better than that, V. Try again," he snapped. Her lower lip trembled, making him harder. He rolled his hips around, fitting his bulge into the space between her legs. How wonderfully they fit together.

"Please kiss me, Luke," she whispered. "I need to feel your tongue in my mouth. Please, please kiss me," she begged, her face red.

He did. He worked his lips roughly against hers, not caring about her whimpers of pain. His hands rubbed her sides and stroked the sides of her breasts. Tilting his head to one side, he rubbed his tongue along her lips. She timidly parted before him; his tongue invaded her mouth once more and pushed her tongue down, hot and wet and needy. He didn't stop until he needed air.

They both gasped when he pulled away.

Luke stroked her jaw line. She was truly beautiful when she trembled; and she always trembled at his touch. He undid the buttons of her lab coat and pushed it back so he could admire her sweater. It was tight against her breasts; she had kept the coat buttoned so no one could see her bra-line through the fabric. Luke idly rubbed her nipples with his thumb, until each was hard. She was so incredibly tempting, and with the sweater tucked into her khakis he could see the lace detailing on her bra pressing into the rosy pink fabric. Maybe he did have a few extra minutes before his meeting after all.

Letting go of her, he took a single step backwards. He looked her up and down for a second and then ran a hand through his hair. "Beep your secretary," he ordered, wetting his lips. "Tell her to tell my secretary I can't make my meeting."

"W-why?" she stammered. Luke glared at her and she jumped, desperate that he not get angry at her. "I mean, w-why… what should I tell her… the reason you can't make your meeting?" she asked.

His glare shifted into a smirk. "Tell her you need me."

The woman stumbled over to her desk. She grabbed the phone and hit the button that would connect her to her secretary up front. Luke walked over and leaned against the desk, suddenly looking so normal and unthreatening that she dared to think he was cute.

"Gladys?" she asked, when the ringing stopped. Her secretary answered and she shifted her weight uncomfortably. Luke's eyes were mean again. "Um… tell Mr. Mason's secretary that he won't be able to make his meeting. I… need him," she said, shuddering when he smiled. "Yes. And… we don't want to be disturbed. For any reason other than the building being on fire," she said. Luke would appreciate it. Maybe he'd… take it easy on her.

"All right, Miss Eller."

"Thank you, Gladys," she said, hanging up.

Luke circled the desk and wrapped his arms around her from behind, kissing the side of her neck. She put her hands on his arms, tensed and waiting. For a few quiet minutes he just held her, rocking back and forth slightly. Then he nipped her earlobe and turned her around. Knowing by now what he liked, Vanessa put her hands on his shoulders. He smiled and kissed her gently.

"If you do one last thing for me," he murmured, "I won't rape you again." He was lying, but the flicker of hope in Vanessa's eyes made him shudder. He couldn't wait to destroy that hope.

"What?" she asked.

Luke smiled.